Dangerous Attraction

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Brendon Matthews' Home
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Brendon Matthews & Autumn Matthews

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I'M STRUGGLING TO FIGURE OUT WHO I AM, CHAINED BY THIS FEAR INSIDE
and i'm being drawn to you.
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“Now and then a mound of snow would topple to the forest floor with
a muffled thud that quivered through the air like a boom of distant thunder,”
Brendon continued to read aloud… but he was having difficulty paying attention.
He frowned and paused for a moment, adjusting himself within the sofa seat. He
tried to make himself more comfortable and continued: “It was the only sound
in the wood. The stillness that settled now across the country was as deep
as the blackness beginning to swallow up Transylvania, the land beyond
the forest.



“But there was life in the wood; a single pair of hungry, searching eyes.
They were moving rapidly through the twilight, glittering furiously in the
shadows as they came.”



Brendon sat back in his seat, his gaze lifting from the page for a moment as he
envisioned a wolf moving through a forest at night. He smiled a little… seeing a
flash of green eyes glittering as the book had said.



“They’re intelligence, the ancient, cunning of the predator, and they’re fff…
feeb-brile?” Brendon hesitated and didn’t recognize or understand the word.



“Febrile,” A deep voice, although only the slightest faint of a murmur, told him the
word.



“Febrile…,” He echoed softly and nodded his head… b-but then quickly gasped.
His eyes grew wide and he jumped up from his seat, his large amber eyes looking
left and then right before he finally turned around and glanced toward the window
behind him.

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T-There was no one. Brendon blushed, deeply, his heart still pounding as he
heard that man’s voice within his head. W-Why had he heard him… His heart
clenched and he felt a sense of unease well up within him. He was once again
reminded of his robes and garbs, and his gaze moved down the hall and toward
his bedroom.



As the forbidden though occurred to him, the sixteen year old could feel his heart
pounding fiercely within his chest. He wanted it… even though he shouldn’t.
T-There wasn’t anything special about it… He shouldn’t have wanted something
like that…



His thoughts were a jumbled mess, but that was simply because he didn’t want
to admit to it fully. He didn’t want to say it out loud or even in his head.



“Stupid man…,” He mumbled madly and clutched his book tighter, feeling grumpy
all over again. He didn’t like that he was hearing his voice in his head now…

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Brendon’s cheeks warmed as he felt his temper flaring up within him. H-He didn’t
want to, but… but he didn’t feel like he could properly do anything until he…
h-he went and got it…



He could feel his chest tightening with anticipation as he wrung his hands together
and then placed his book down on the coffee table within the middle of the living
room. I-It wouldn’t… I-It wasn’t…



W-Who was he kidding…!



Brendon left the living room and ventured down the hall, pushing his bedroom
door open further as he entered. And, within his own room, the scent immediately
greeted him…



His cheeks burned, and his heart skipped a beat, before he quickly made his way
forward and toward his laundry basket. He grumbled as he picked his robes up…
hesitantly glancing around the room as he folded the long (but dirty!) garbs in his
arms.



He blushed, knowing his mother would be angry with him if she found out—and
he did the unthinkable. He grabbed his bed sheets and hid the clothes underneath
them, bundling everything up in order to take it all back into the living room with
him.

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Brendon walked back down the hallway, carefully. His cheeks were hot and he
was inwardly nervous—nervous of his mother somehow finding out what he was
doing. He wondered what she would think… H-He had been acting strangely all
day today. He wondered if she would think that…



Suddenly, someone was knocking on the door… and Brendon quickly stopped in
his tracks… his eyes widening with alertness and his gaze quickly moving to his
mother as she appeared from their kitchen.



“W-Who is it?” He asked her, unconsciously hugging his sheets to him… as he
peered at her from overtop them.



“I believe it is Mr. Ardel, the owner of the bookstore,” She told him with a subtle
smile… but paused for a moment as she stared down at him. Brendon wasn’t sure
if he sensed anything, a-and his heart was already beating quickly.



He muttered a quick ‘o-oh’ and immediately turned around to bound back down
the hallway. But, after a handful of steps, he stopped at his door in order to turn
around and stare back down the hallway… hearing his mother open the front door
to greet him.



“Good afternoon, Mr. Ardel,” She greeted him kindly.

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